
Quagmire Lyrics
- Genre:Rock
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Coaling
Flat tire on eighty-five
So cold we're barely alive
Buried
In the cemetery on the hill
Left the ampersands out of her will
Last week you told me it was getting hard
From dawn 'til done
They say it's a race but man, you don't have to run
Unchained
Thank you for the excuse
I've put it to good use
What time
Is the time to escape the doom?
Some say it's too late, others too soon
Yesterday you told me, "try to keep your head"
From dawn 'til done
They say it's a race but man, you don't have to run
Don't scream
No matter what you do
You just can't silence the depths of you
You call yourself my friend, well why'd you have to be so cold?
I shrugged, you won
Ain't no stopping it now there's nothing to be done